Just last week I found my tumbled sea glass heart. It was on the beach, next to the broken shells and abandoned fishing line. Dusting off my skinned-knees and brushing away sandy shoal, I found the green bit of mangled broken. It was more beautiful now, perhaps. For being tumbled had made it soft glowing gentle delicate in the palm of my hand. A rounded, misshapen triangle- glinting with salty brine, green as the tumultuous sea. Just last week I found my tumbled sea glass heart.